"You know what I find the strangest out of all of this?" Noah and Syd were walking through the park eating ice cream. "Not that you are a double agent, or that your dad is, or even that SD-6 is fake. No, the fact that my handler at the CIA is named Michael Vaughn. A name that I distinctly remember belonged to your child-hood sweetheart who broke your heart. Plus the fact that the two look incredibly similar."

Sydney sighed. "It is him Noah."

"What?" He grasped his chest in mock shock. "How could this be?"

Sydney giggled and smiled warmly at Noah. "Well if you want the full story of his recruitment, you're gonna have to ask him…"

"Sorry, what I should have said is, how do you feel about this?" Sydney looked up and found Noah looking back at her with a concerned look on his face. "I may have run off on you Syd, but I still care about you."

Sydney blushed. "He told me what really happened all those years ago."

"He didn't cheat on you?"

"No, he was just consoling a friend who's father had just died."

"Well if that's not the lamest excuse…" Noah grinned at Sydney's glare. "I'm kidding." They walked in silence before he spoke again. "Are you two together?"

"No, but…"

"But there's a chance and you want to see what happens." Noah sighed and turned around, facing Syd. "I guess now isn't a good time to tell you I actually did say goodbye before I left. I sent you an email."

"I never got an email from you Noah…" Sydney looked confused.

"I sent it encrypted in a junk email. It was an offer to come with me…"

"I set my account to delete all junk emails." Sydney looked up at Noah who smiled.

"Kinda figured you wouldn't of really left me hanging."

"No, but…"

"Our time is gone, isn't it?" Noah sighed when Sydney nodded. He gave her hug and kissed her gently on her forehead. "It was great Syd, really. You changed me, for the better."

"Like wise."

"Take care of yourself kid." Noah grinned at Sydney and walked away form her and down the street.

"You too." Whispered Sydney as silent tears fell down her cheeks.

Vaughn unlocked his door and patted Donavon on his head. He walked into the kitchen and put down his keys. He tiredly walked upstairs and into his bedroom. He hung up his coat and started to take off his tie. Just as he loosened it a thought popped into his head.

Vaughn walked over to his closet and pulled out a file box. He lifted the top and pulled out a picture. He sat down on his bed as he remembered the day captured in the picture.

Flashback

"Syd come on, just shoot the puck." Vaughn cast an annoyed look at his girlfriend who stood, rather unsteadily on skates at the centerline. Inside Vaughn was laughing at how cute Sydney looked trying her hardest to impress him on skates, which she seemed to suck at.

"Don't rush me."

It was her first time on ice skates since she was five and she was a little shaky. She started to move down the ice moving the puck. Sydney grinned as Vaughn spoke.

"Bristow skates down the ice, closing in on the goal, she shoots…she scores."

As the puck slid in passed Vaughn's feet, Sydney crashed into his with an enormous hug. They laughed, and Vaughn helped to steady her.

"What was that?"

"I didn't say I was completely incompetent." She grinned and they shared a kiss. Francie had shot the picture, at the moment when they melted into one another's arms.

Francie had given it to Vaughn as a grad present. She had said that was when he looked the happiest she had ever seen him. In the two places he loved the most. On the ice and in Sydney's arms.

EndFlashback

Vaughn sighed and placed the picture back in the box, along with all the other things he had saved from his relationship with Sydney. Although he hated the fact that he could put their love in a box, he hated the thought of throwing their memories away.

Vaughn left the box on his bed and changed into a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. He grabbed Donavan's leash and they left to go for a run.

An hour later, Vaughn returned to his house, feeling relaxed and refreshed. He took of his dog's lease and jogged up to the house, but stopped as he saw someone standing in front of his door.

They seemed to be waiting, or maybe scared to knock. Vaughn patted Donavan's back and walked to the bottom of the steps.

"Can I help you?"

He sucked in a breath as the person turned around and smiled nervously at him. They walked down the steps to meet him and patted his dog's head.

"I hope so."

Vaughn smiled as his mind raced.

"Sydney."

TBC